Alanada -
The child in the Square had been smiling at her for a week. She didn’t know what to make of it.
At first it was innocuous enough. Children would smile at anyone, at anything.
They saw some spark in the world that escaped her now (that if she was honest, always had). With their young eyes peeled fresh to the Light, they noticed something that others could not. Some invisible, fluttering thing teeming about the face of every new stranger, each demanding its own pearly salute.
Innocence.
She wondered what colors it chose.
Alanada’s teeth swam behind shut lips, her pale face drawn into a studious frown. She did her best to ignore the child as it passed her corner of wall. But as the second day came (the third, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth), she found herself unsettled.
What did it want from her? Was it only showing its fangs, the whites bared into a youthful snarl? When its mother tugged at its hand, ushering it on — did she see? Did she know?
It might have been her doing. What child grinned at a corpse?
Alanada left on the seventh morning, cold bones ill at ease. She did not return.
amg yesyesyes <3
this is totally why she doesn’t stay in Silvermoon for more than a day or so at a time now.
What is the history of Fantine? It is society buying a slave.
From whom? From misery.
From hunger, from cold, from loneliness, from abandonment, from privation. Melancholy barter. A soul for a bit of bread. Misery makes the offer, society accepts.
From whom? From misery.
From hunger, from cold, from loneliness, from abandonment, from privation. Melancholy barter. A soul for a bit of bread. Misery makes the offer, society accepts.
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| — | Victor Hugo, Les Miserables- Fantine: The Descent (via hilaryoncesaid) |
